He felt as though his feet were still burning, even though he had used his dragon tail at the time.
The more Shen Yangge thought about it, the redder his face grew.
The moment System 615 came online, it asked:
[Host, what happened just now? Why did you suddenly force the system offline?]
Shen Yangge certainly wasn't going to tell this useless system what had happened.
After all, he had his pride, too.
Tonight's moon wasn't quite round; only half of it was visible. He had barely looked at it before censored images began surfacing in his mind.
Stop. I can't think about it anymore!
What was he supposed to do next? Chu Xuanzhen had genuinely passed out this time.
Before passing out, he had still been kissing his dragon horns.
Since his breathing was fairly steady and his pulse was normal, Shen Yangge's heart hadn't skipped a beat at his sudden collapse as it had before.
With dragon horns on his head, Shen Yangge swung his short little legs on the stone chair.
He certainly couldn't let anyone see him looking like this, so for the next ten days, he could only stay quietly by Chu Xuanzhen's side to avoid any mishaps.
When he had turned into a cat, an accident had nearly killed him. He couldn't take that risk again.
The next day.
Early that morning, Shen Yangge woke to find himself in someone's arms. He froze for a few seconds.
Then he began pushing away. "Your... Highness."
His childish voice carried a distinctly teeth-gritting edge. He planted his little hands against the other man's chest and pushed hard.
But a certain someone seemed impossible to wake with a shove. His eyes remained closed, his breathing soft.
That attitude thoroughly offended Shen Yangge. Whenever he remembered